Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Nas,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.